The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-03-12
A Fortunate Mistake.

iAN AAtAiAl w N'Aiii''NNt tfAAt' NNe~
late upon that particular Monday
afternoon, and as n natural conse-
quencc thereof the stage-coach to
Gilhcad Gorge wds an hour behind
time.
"Once YOU lose five minutes, and
there'll be plenty o set-backs to
make it ten" as Reuben Dolly, the
stasc-driver, ironically remarked, as
he piled up the baggage wagon that
was to 20 on first. "This ere's for
Fullers Farm" said he, "and all the
rest for the View Hotel Now look
out, YOU" to the boy in charge,
"and don't go to tippin' the bags and
bandboxes down the side of the
mountain.
Guess I've driv' on these ere
roads aforc," said Simon Sackctt, the
long-lcgged young Jehu.
"les, but there's some people as
don't never learn wisdom by exper-
ience,n said Reuben, as he rolled up
the leathercurtains ofthe stage-coach
and fastened them with a rusty
buckle.
And when the baggage-wagon
reached the Gorge, the trunks and
boxes were shaken into such an un-
distinguishable confusion that Simon
did not know one from another.
"Therc's two Mrs. John Joneses,
said he "One ON ems to go to the
hotel, and 'tothcr to Fuller's Farm.
Now which is which? That's what
I'd like to know"
Harry Fuller, who was waiting at
the crossroads. with his one-horse
wagon. speedily settled the ques-
ton.
why. this big trunk goes to the
hotel. of course said he. Gone
Mrs. Jones is a dressmaker, coming
here for two weeks rest Taint like
ly she'd travel with Il trunk as big
as Noahs Ark, is it? Keel in the
little one quick ?"
So that when Mrs. John Jones
herself reached the crossroads, She
very naturally entered the same
equipage that contained her trunk.
She was little women, witt
checks which still retained Il youth
full freshness yellow, ripping hail
and timid blue eyes and she was
dressed in Inexpensive black, cover
ed over with linen duster.
Harry Fuller glanced at her witt
a sidewise regard as he whipped VI
his fat and meditative horse.
Il don't know how you'll like it,
said he, "but our folks have chang
ed your room.
Changed my room ?' said the
boarder, glancing inquiringly at him
"You see, after we settled you
were to have the front bedroom,
lie explained, "my mother got let
ter from Mr.. Lclton. Mrs. Lefton
used to work in the factory here
years ago ; but she married a city
lawyer, and now there isn't anything
quite good enough for her And
they wanted my mother togive them
three communicating rooms; and SC
mother thought you wouldn't mind
the little room over the kitchen
City boarders most spend all theil
time out of doors, you know and
it isn't so very hot after the supper
fires have gone out
Mrs. John Jones was silent,
~ told mother she oughtn't to dc
it, said the young farmer "but
Mrs. Lctton would have that room
And mother thought she could ex-
plain it all to you when you came
And the room will be fifty cents Il
week less.
"Oh !" said Mrs. John Jones.
"Fullcr's house was a long, low
struggling building, shaded by an
cient elms, and possessing Il peaked
roofs and chimncy-stack which would
have delighted the soul of an artist
Old Mrs. Fuller hustled to receive
her guests The tea hour was al
ready past, but there was a bowl o
milk and a heaping saucer of rec
raspberries on the table, and the
little earthen-ware teapot still sim
mered ON the back of the stove in t
hospitable way.
IL hev to be dretful ceremoniou'
with the Lotions, said Mrs. Fuller
"but can do most as please witt
you, Mrs. Jones :"
And as Mrs. Jones slipped her cul
of tea, and crumbled delicious hom,
made bread into her bowl of milk
she could hear an animated conver
sation going ON in the kitchen hey
ond, hctWecn the old lady and he
son.
Its all nonsense, Henry" SAT-
Mrs EuIlnr Win hainr a Ettla IaoI